"They can't. They're Eternity. Banishment is the only option." He spoke, his eyes staring at the runes under the sythiir gloves. His hands glowed with an amber brilliance.
Accepting the challenge with his own inner fire, the drow leaped back, spinning the rapier about as he drew the other, the shadow tendrils dancing about. "Come," he mocked, wanting the child to make the first move.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" He asked, a racial maliciousness creeping into his voice. A smile found its way across his face. Malice filled the air.
"An ancient void, the spell known only to the Sorurobu Bureakeru clan... I still have the tome with the Nethereal Spell. I found it within the ruins of Xaroth Tsun." Sessamaru explained, his green eyes shining more gently. "From what I know... They're scattered across the world. Eight in every corner of the winds, and one in the heart."
"Only twenty?" He cooed, already having the head count. The drow-shade smirked. He stepped forward, already fully in the room, out of the circle. Shadowstep. He looked around for the lord of the manse.
"Quarrak Desp'Ana. Where is he?" He pressed on, not satisfied with the answer. He drew out a rapier, Mournagh, whose shadows weaved about the blade. He held the blade up, pointing its tip at Blake's throat.
"The only thing to do is to..." Sessamaru trailled off. What could destroy Eternity? Gods are not eternal, that was well known, but swords? Made of Black Chaos Mithril, the blades could never being destroyed. He shook his head. "The only thing to do is to throw them into Oblivion... The realm of emptiness." He spoke, finally, after having to think for several minutes. He shook his head.
Leon's manner changed, from cocky, to cold and casual. Battle-ready, he seemed. Leon's eyes were coldly staring at Vad, his brown hair dancing across his neck and cheeks. His amber-coloured eyes seemed to encase Vad, locking him, dispelling the world about them. Leon waited.
Vallyn ignored the jest. "Quarrak. Have you seen him?" He asked once more, his cold, melodic voice making the air grow chill. The dark tendrils danced about more rapidly.
"Sen-ti-ent!" He reiterated. "They have their own will... Nothing can seal them. Artifacts," he said, making a hand sign foreign to this world, "are more powerful and repel. The blades are Eternal..."
The drow stopped, his tendrils still dancing about harmlessly around their feet like serpents. He did not pull back his cowl. "Have you seen him?" He asked.
Sessamaru shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Time has done this... How did the swords gather so much mental energy in order to do this?" He asked, not knowing how the blades have gained any type of knowledge or wisdom. He remembered Midnight. He shook the image away. The greatsword should rot for all he cared.
The drow came upon Shayo, Rey, and Blake, his arms crossed. Shadow tendrils danced about the area, around the feet of Rey, Blake, and Shayo. The drow-shade continued to walk towards them.
"Sen-ti-ent," Sessamaru said, sounding out the word. "They can speak to you in thought if they so choose. When they clench your thoughts with their knowledge, they can claim your body." He finished, his sword glowing its green glow. He looked left and right, the shining scimitar moving with his body. "They're Absolute Evil." He added, his eyes moving to the left.
"Do not go anywhere near them!" He exclamated, his voice worried, his face forlorn and haggard. The green-eyed albino stared at the daar'ke. "The swords are evil! If you even as much touch their pommel, they'd possess you. They're soul drinking sentient artifacts..." he explained, his voice harsh even through the melody of his perfection.
Vallyn walked farther into the city, his cloak dancing about his body as the shadow tendrils covered him like snakes. "Where, oh where did brother go? Where, oh where can he be?" He sang sadistically, his voice still calm and his tone still cold.
Sessamaru jumped up, his crystal sword flaring with a green light. "Stop!" He cried, tempted to run after him. The daar'ke seemed distant and tortured to the Forgotten's eyes. He hesitated for a few moments. With strength renewed by anxiety, Sessamaru ran after Kretze.
Vallyn approached a city gate, his eyes staring at it gently, admiringly. Without wanting to wait, he shadowstepped inside the city. He began to walk about.
Sessamaru didn't move from his resting place, his legs were too worn, his face beaded with sweat. He was weaponless... He was weak. One more spell could kill him. Without any resignation, he got up and walked on, staggering. He sought for some type of revelation... Something that could end his nightmares.
ooc: lol, thanks ^^ Vallyn Desp'Ana wandered about the land of Busistocaria, his cold amber eyes looking about. Under the torturous sun, his flesh emitted shadowstuff, trying to protect his ebony skin from the dreadful light. His piwafwi danced about, his cowl low, and his enchanted leather armour never creaking, Vallyn continued onward, awaiting anyone who attempted to get in his way.
